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[airbrained]

[ Up in the sky!  It's a bird!  It's a plane!  It's Sky High!  And he has come to greet you all. ]

What a fine evening this is!  Hello everyone!

(( Going to bed, folks!  I'll be back tomorrow, thanks! ))

Comments

[verypointed]

. . .

What are you doing here?

[verypointed]

Sky High, I assure you, this is not childrens' shenanigans.

[airbrained]

Don't be so foolish. Monsters, zombies, and clowns are all imaginary, Barnaby! I assure you, it's probably nothing more than a prank.

[verypointed]

... Clowns aren't imaginary, but that's besides the point. There's a very large and very real monster right there.

[pointing to Marcy on the silo]

[airbrained]

What an impressive animatronic! It's just like the ones they have at amusement parks!

[verypointed]

That's not a puppet...

[airbrained]

Nonsense, such a creature living out here would be impractical! They probably made it to tease the children.

[verypointed]

[Suddenly remembered why he admires you from a distance back home. Distance being the key word here]

Impractical or not, please listen... we've been here for at least a month. I can tell you that it's NOT a puppet.

[moralfixation]

Someone you know.

[verypointed]

From my world, yes.

Gau, right? It's been a while, I hope you're doing well?

[moralfixation]

But you're not excited to see him?

Aa, yes. The tea shop keeps me busy.

[verypointed]

He is a close ally and friend, but I would rather he stayed at home.

[moralfixation]

He's very...enthusiastic.

[verypointed]

It's one of his finer points.

[moralfixation]

He reminds me of someone a little.

[verypointed]

Does he?